The daily life of a genius who enjoys gossip and cultivates immortality

Chapter 99 Beast Tide

The moment Cheng Jiu stepped out of the teleportation array, he felt nauseous. It was clear that the distance from Fengcheng to Guiyuan Sect was not far, and it would only take a few hours to travel by the little cloud beast. Why did he feel so dizzy after just one teleportation? It was a shoddy product.

After comparing the teleportation array of Medicine King Valley in his mind, Cheng Jiu mentally criticized his own sect's teleportation array.

Looking up, I saw a senior sister with an extremely gentle appearance, holding a stick and urging the person sitting at the table with a ferocious expression!

The person sitting at the table was miserably copying something with a pen.

Upon closer inspection, wasn't that...?

"Master Jiu...Grandmaster Uncle!" Qin Che saw the teleportation array light up, and after slacking off for a while, he took a closer look and immediately greeted the person who came out of the teleportation array.

"Junior Sister Xiao Jiu." A cold voice suddenly rang out from beside him.

Cheng Jiu was startled, as if a mirror had been wiped clean of water vapor. On the other side of the gentle senior sister sat a man in black who was organizing documents on the table.

“Senior Brother Qin, Senior Brother Huo Yan!” Cheng Jiu said. “And this senior sister is…”

She had met the other person before; she was the senior sister who spoke with Senior Brother Qin when she became his disciple.

"This is my master's second apprentice, Chang Yue," Qin Che introduced. "Junior sister, don't let her gentle appearance fool you, she's a body cultivator and her natal weapon is a long axe. Be careful when facing her."

Cheng Jiu wiped away a cold sweat. "Senior Brother Qin, don't you ever think before you speak? Senior Sister Chang is still here!"

"Junior brother, what do you mean by being careful?" Senior Sister Chang smiled gently, but upon closer inspection, it was not a stick at all, but a small axe held upside down.

Qin Che made a small mistake and couldn't help but want to slap himself twice. How could he have been so unrestrained with his mouth?

"I told you, Senior Sister is beautiful, elegant, and incredibly powerful, sweeping across the land. My admiration for Second Senior Sister is like a surging river, never-ending," Qin Che said ingratiatingly.

Chang Yue had gotten used to Qin Che's occasional eccentricities and reckless behavior. After all, she had raised him herself; could she possibly return him?

"Don't think you can escape just because you say a few nice words. Hurry up and write it. Don't even think about leaving until you've finished!" Chang Yue pinched Qin Che's neck.

"Huo Yan, save me!" Qin Che cried out in despair, looking at the tall stack of documents beside him.

“You should take responsibility for your own mistakes and not drag Huo Yan into it.” Chang Yue patted his head and said, “Junior brother! If you can’t move your pen, your senior sister doesn’t mind helping you move your body.”

"After I move around a bit, can I stop writing?" Qin Che's eyes shone with anticipation.

“Keep writing! I wouldn’t mind taking it to your bed!” Chang Yue sneered.

Qin Che let out an "Ah," and the light in his eyes disappeared.

Cheng Jiu moved closer to Huo Yan: "Senior Brother Huo, what happened?"

“This guy brought a bottle of Weak Water here, which caused these books to malfunction, so I punished him by making him copy these books back,” Chang Yue said.

Cheng Jiu looked at the books on the table. They were all handwritten and written in traditional Chinese characters. Although the books were numerous and tall, there were actually not many characters, maybe seventy or eighty thousand at most.

However, for cultivators, if they really put their minds to it, it's not like they can't copy everything.

Why does Senior Brother Qin look so desperate?

Huo Yan noticed her confusion: "These are all made using spirit script."

Cheng Jiu's eyes still showed confusion. Spiritual script? What spiritual script?

Chang Yue saw that she really didn't know, so she explained it to her. After all, spiritual script is something that people generally only come into contact with after reaching the Nascent Soul stage. Of course, direct disciples have more or less come into contact with books on spiritual script, so they basically know about it.

Spiritual script originated in the ancient times of the mortal realm, marking the first appearance of writing.

These characters, invented through divine inspiration, possessed boundless power.

In the mortal realm, through the contention of a hundred schools of thought and the debates of a hundred sects, spiritual texts have been passed down.

In the cultivation world, people initially looked down on spiritual scripts, finding them troublesome and outdated.

Until, over the years, the cultivation techniques of the immortal cultivation world were lost, history was forgotten, and there was even a period of discontinuity.

The inheritance of spiritual texts in the mortal realm attracted the attention of these people.

Perhaps there have been instances of loss in the mortal realm, but there has never been a break in the lineage. The unparalleled continuity of the spirit script has earned the attention of the cultivation world.

The spirit script is not written with pen and ink, but rather it is a communication between heaven and earth, using spirit as the characters, and has been recognized by the heavenly way. Therefore, every character and every sentence is extremely particular. If a character in the middle is not spiritual, then it must be rewritten.

Because mortals can absorb literary energy, writing spiritual texts is not difficult. However, this also makes their imperial examinations particularly abnormal. The examiners will examine each character of the written text to see if it possesses literary energy.

If even one word is ordinary, then no matter how well the essay is written, it will be rejected, and the author may even be nailed to the pillar of shame. To write words that lack literary flair in such an exam is simply unworthy of being called a scholar!

Originally, the task of organizing the spiritual texts was handled by the eldest brother, Nan Xingze.

It wasn't because the beast tide was approaching that Nan Xingze was so busy every day that he simply didn't have time.

He then entrusted the task of organizing the spiritual texts this year to his second junior sister.

Chang Yue was again assigned by the sect leader to receive people who came for help via teleportation and to contact the elders for support.

The beast tide hasn't arrived yet, and there are relatively few people coming and going, so she thought she would tidy up a portion of it when she had time.

As a result, Qin Che, that idiot, somehow got hold of a bottle of Weak Water and brought it to her to show her.

She didn't know what it was at first, but when she opened it, the Weak Water absorbed all the surrounding spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy within the texts in these books dissipated instantly, rendering these books unusable.

At this point, Qin Che still felt a little aggrieved: "Didn't Senior Sister always want Ruoshui?"

"You're acting all wronged! Are your eyes just for decoration? You didn't even see all those books of spiritual texts! You didn't even remind me when I opened them."

And look at what kind of bottle you're holding—a pill bottle! And a very ordinary pill bottle at that.

Who would use the most ordinary medicine bottle to store Weak Water without fear of it being soaked through?

If this weak water really drips onto these books and destroys them, junior brother, you'd better wait and see what your senior brother and I can do together!

Chang Yue slapped Qin Che's head impatiently, scolding him as she did so, "Does this guy have no brains?"

"Ouch! That hurts, Senior Sister!" Qin Che covered his head with a pitiful expression and ran away.

"Where are you going? Come back!" Chang Yue stared wide-eyed at Qin Che, who was sneaking to the door.

Seeing that his plan had failed, Qin Che sat back down in his seat.

"Hurry up and write! If you keep dragging your feet like this, when will you ever finish these books?" Chang Yue scolded.

As for her helping him, she wanted to teach her junior brother a lesson. He's such a grown man, yet he's still so loud and boisterous.

Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, Qin Che picked up his pen again.

"Ugh! It's ruined again!" Qin Che said in despair, looking at the simple black characters.

He was just a few words away from finishing this piece, and now he has to rewrite it all! Oh my god!

"Who told you not to take it seriously!" Senior Sister Chang reacted quickly and skillfully, rearranging the papers. "Even the heavens would disapprove of your attitude!"

"Waaaaah, I disagreed earlier, I disagreed later, but I had to disagree at the very end! Heavens, what has fate done to me!" Qin Che was on the verge of a breakdown from writing.

The judgment of Heaven is not strict with written words; what matters most is whether the person who wrote them put their heart into it.

Moreover, for someone like Qin Che who copies, the article is basically already prepared by the Heavenly Dao, so as long as he copies it carefully, he can generally pass.

But Qin Che was just too unconventional; when he copied, his thoughts would always wander off, which resulted in his work failing the Heavenly Dao's review and preventing him from gathering spiritual energy.

He has copied this article 20 times. In order to write spiritual texts, one must be highly focused. Once the mind is distracted, the writing will not be spiritual texts and one will have to copy it again.

It's an immense torment for both body and mind; even Qin Che was terrified of it.

However, watching him copy the spiritual texts is really interesting, like watching a short drama.

Not only Cheng Jiu thought so, but Huo Yan, who was standing next to him, also watched with great interest.

At first, waste paper was created by writing one word and then wasting one sheet of paper. In the end, Senior Sister Chang slapped down a piece of paper and said, "The paper used to record spiritual texts is not free of spirit stones."

After saying that, she picked up the scraps of paper from the ground and placed them in front of him: "When you calm down, that's when you'll use new paper."

Qin Che could only reluctantly reply, "Okay!"

"Junior Sister Cheng Jiu, you're here too!" Nan Xingze walked in from outside and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Cheng Jiu. He looked terrible and extremely tired. The only thing he was properly dressed about was his clothes.

“Master said that your Golden Core stage disciples are the ones who stayed behind to guard the sect during this beast tide. I just finished counting people at the back mountain and was just about to go find you.”

"Senior Brother, help me!" Qin Che's eyes lit up as he looked at Nan Xingze.

"Junior Brother? Junior Sister Chang, what has Junior Brother gotten into trouble this time?" Nan Xingze looked at Chang Yue.

"What do you mean I've done something wrong again? Do you think I'm that kind of person in Senior Brother's eyes?" Qin Che shouted from the side.

Chang Yue told Qin Che about the mess he had made.

Nan Xingze felt suffocated after hearing this, as the sect's affairs had increased exponentially due to the beast tide.

He'd barely had any rest these past few days; he was already busy enough, and then his junior brother started causing trouble. At this moment, his gaze towards Qin Che was flashing with murderous intent.

Qin Che stopped shouting and sat obediently behind the desk, copying the spiritual text with a serious expression.

It has to be the eldest disciple; before, with Senior Sister Chang urging him on with an axe, he repeatedly failed at writing spiritual texts. But now, he can actually write a long string of spiritual texts without a single failure.

"Can't settle down, huh? You've failed repeatedly, haven't you?" Nan Xingze said calmly, "Junior Sister Chang, start counting from now on. For every failure of Junior Brother, he will be punished by copying the sect rules once."

Qin Che didn't dare to utter a sound, focusing intently on copying the spiritual text. He even dared to bargain with his second senior sister, hoping that if he could persuade her to soften her heart, she might be able to reduce the number of texts he had to write.

As for the eldest brother, although he is usually very gentle, once he gets angry, if anyone dares to touch his tiger's whiskers, he will definitely use his strength to tell them that tiger's whiskers cannot be touched.

"Junior Sister Cheng Jiu, come with me! And Junior Brother Huo, you come too."

Nan Xingze originally only wanted to invite Cheng Jiu, but seeing Huo Yan helping Qin Che organize documents like a complete traitor, he invited him as well.

After all, if Qin Che pleaded a few more times, Huo Yan might agree, and given Huo Yan's low profile, his second junior sister might not even notice.

Since he was determined to punish his troublesome junior brother, he naturally couldn't leave him such a powerful ally.

Huo Yan obediently followed Cheng Jiu and Nan Xingze, disappearing into the distance under Qin Che's reluctant gaze.

"Junior brother, hurry up and write it. If you make a mistake in this chapter again, don't blame your senior sister for being ruthless!" Chang Yue said, picking up her notebook to record the number of times he made a mistake.

Watching the lively figures disappear into the distance, Qin Che felt a wave of desolation.

Under Senior Sister Chang Yue's murderous gaze, the chapters she wrote afterwards were without a single mistake.

That little rascal was just teasing her, wasn't he? It seems she doesn't have as much authority as the senior brother in his eyes!

Hmph, let's wait until he finishes copying, then we'll have a lesson between senior and junior! Let's see if she doesn't make him experience the authority of a senior sister again!

the other side.

Nan Xingze: "Junior Sister, are you going back to Canglan Peak or to Medicine Peak? Because of the beast tide, we need to prepare a lot of pills. Medicine Peak is still quite short of people."

"Don't I have to go to the Wilderness to fight the beast tide?" Cheng Jiu still preferred to go to the Wilderness; she was very confident in her strength.

“It’s not time to need disciples like you yet,” Nan Xingze said.

Currently, only those at the Nascent Soul stage and above are going to the Wilderness Battlefield. Disciples at the Nascent Soul stage and below are all promising talents of their sects and cannot play any role in the Wilderness Battlefield; instead, they are cannon fodder.

It would be better for them to stay and guard the sect. Even if something were to happen to these older disciples, the sect would have a foundation with them there.

“Then I’ll go to Medicine Peak! I’m pretty good at alchemy, and I want to do my part for the sect.” Cheng Jiu nodded understandingly.

"Junior Brother Huo, what about you?" Nan Xingze looked at the invisible man beside him.

Nan Xingze is truly a very qualified senior brother. Even though Huo Yan's presence was minimal, he never overlooked him.

"Master went to the battlefield, but the peak is locked and we can't get in. I'll go to the battlefield instead," Huo Yan said.

“Master also said that with the large-scale invasion of the demon race, most of the elders who were not in seclusion in the back mountain have gone to the outer battlefield. This battle will be very difficult.” Nan Xingze said, “Junior Brother Huo, if you want to go to the Wilderness Battlefield, remember to prepare more life-saving items.”

"Don't worry." Huo Yan nodded to indicate that he understood.

“Then after Junior Brother finishes copying, you and Junior Brother can go together,” Nan Xingze said.

Thinking of Qin Che's snail-paced copying speed, Cheng Jiu asked a crucial question: "Can Senior Brother Qin Che finish copying in two days?"

“This isn’t the first time he’s done this!” Nan Xingze said with a hint of weariness.

"I still remember the first time, when he was six years old, just after he joined the sect. He was so cute!"

My master became the sect leader and didn't have time to teach him. The only disciples qualified to teach him were my second junior sister and me. Since my second junior sister was a woman, he entrusted him to me.

I had just taken on the task of storing and organizing the sect's spiritual texts. This guy actually played with fire in the spiritual text storage area. Luckily, his strength was low, and the fire wasn't a proper spiritual fire, so it didn't damage the books.

I asked him why he was playing with fire, and he said he was bored, so he picked up a book and unconsciously followed along with the spells in it. He didn't even know it was a fire spell.

Later, when he was about ten years old, he became friends with a little cloud whale. In order to let this friend enjoy the cultivation of books, he somehow managed to sneak into the library with the little cloud whale, bypassing the elders' detection.

You know, a little cloud whale doesn't understand human writing, and this guy even complained that the little cloud whale was stupid and couldn't read. That made the little cloud whale cry. And that's a cloud whale, you know! Its crying caused rain clouds to gather in the cave.

The most crucial thing is that kid Qin Che; the place he was smuggled into was the Spirit Script Book Storage Vault.

The rain was pouring down, and the library was flooded in no time.

Some spiritual books, due to their long-term damage and lack of repair, already contained insufficient spiritual energy, which was further aggravated by the rain. Thinking of this, Nan Xingze felt a wave of suffocation.

“I am still his senior brother. The master and the sect elders all believe that I have failed in my teaching and have placed all the blame on me, making me make up for these losses.”

"Senior Brother Qin Che, you're such a jerk!" Cheng Jiu exclaimed, referring to Qin Che as someone who'd always been a troublemaker since childhood. "So, Senior Brother, you just accepted it like that?"

Nan Xingze sneered: "How could that be! I left Qin Che with my master under the pretext of repairing the spiritual books. Ever since the mysterious bald sect leader struck the sect leader's peak with lightning and the books were eaten away by insects."

I was never wronged again! To punish that kid, I not only made him air out his books, but also made him repair the spiritual texts.

This guy's a pro, he just can't settle down. Just you wait, after my threats, he'll finish copying everything today.

Cheng Jiu was astonished. It seemed that when Senior Brother Qin Che was under Senior Brother's command, Senior Brother himself was not persecuted. Sure enough, Senior Brother was also a very capable person.